MRS BARNES REQUESTS THAT YOU FORGO THE EUPHEMISMS
He didn’t pass on.
He’s dead.
It wasn’t an unfortunate accident
involving a sharp object.
I stabbed him with an ice pick.
Nor does he look
so peaceful in the coffin.
His face is a frozen scream.
True, he is going to a better place.
Anywhere would be
when you’ve been living in a trailer.
Horror Sleaze Trash 